“Yes?”
“I love you, too.”
He snorts.
“Good.”
I lift my head and smack him on the arm, but all he does is laugh harder.
shifts
CHAPTER 36
HRASK
The safehouse doesn’t stay safe once you know how thin the walls really are.
The air shifts first, subtle but wrong, carrying a sharper edge through the stale interior, and I feel it before I hear anything concrete. I push off the wall where I’ve been standing near the door, my focus snapping back into place.
“We don’t have as much time as I wanted,” I say, already moving toward the panel.
Jolie straightens from where she’s been leaning against the table, her posture tightening despite the way her body protests it.
“You hear something?” she asks.
“I feel something,” I reply, cracking the panel just enough to check the exterior feed.
The screen flickers, then stabilizes.
Movement.
Organized.
Fast.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “That’s not random.”
She steps closer, her shoulder brushing mine as she looks at the display.
“That’s not a sweep,” she says.
“No,” I agree. “That’s a net.”
“He’s not wasting time,” she mutters.
“Driscoll doesn’t strike me as patient,” I reply, sealing the panel again. “We move now.”
“Where?” she asks, already grabbing the device and securing it.
“Not out the front,” I say. “We go deeper first, then cut sideways.”
“That’s not an exit,” she counters.
“It is if you know who’s waiting at the other end,” I reply.
She narrows her eyes slightly.
“You’ve got something lined up,” she says.
